9/4/17 12:40 AM
\"No Control\" -The Molochs, 2017
Give me another one, why the hell not
Load me up with whatever you got
Is this a law firm?
I\'m afraid I\'m looking for a judge
I can plead my own case, I just need the wig
Some haughty moustache in a black velvet robe
Now I\'m stumbling across the fratty porch next door
With suspicious motives and a weather worn couch
Falling down now, into a double doored apartment
It never seems alive
Now we\'re sitting on the stoop,
Menacingly, painstakingly trying not to slouch
Cartwheel inside, up three steps and into the den
Where the plants are kept and the colours start to blend
And that\'s how I got here, your honor
Sitting in a chair, pen in hand, ready to mend
As I sit in front of this mental bench of yours
I wonder where you come from
The levitation and stumbling was a way home
For me to find a trial in my own room
Was really quite rude
Pushed back onto the stoop, again,
Fighting off the slouch